That time I was watching the sunset over the guard rail
my heart taken by something you considered banal.
You said that no matter what color the sky was, in truth
the cityscape made of concrete was a depressing sight
and you cast your head down.

I’ll keep searching.

You stopped in your tracks at the sound of music flowing from the donuts shop.
You lowered your gaze, saying that today you felt like crying,
that the flow of people and cars seemed to mirror your own sadness.
Tell me, is this
the only thing we feel?

You’ll keep searching.

As the city faded into dusk, like an oil-stained wall at the gas station
I kept murmuring:
“In truth, everything is different from what it should be.”
Try to understand!

I’ll keep searching.

For how long have I kept my eyes closed?
Everything is being distorted by my own idealism
and only this is my truth.
When does it starts? When does it end?
The setting sun was being completely eclipsed by the shadow of the buildings.
Come on, it’s time to open our eyes and, amid all of the things surrounding us,
grasp the truth.

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